Sunday, December 07, 2008

multiple choice poem, by mickeyz

in her left hand, she cradled a (vibrator, remote control, cell phone) he entered, his hands covered with (blood, dirt, whiskey) their eyes met and they felt instant (lust, disgust, confusion) could it be their time to (hope, change, vote for a third party candidate)?

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